Chicken Little doesn't usually work Friday nights; in fact, she usually doesn't work nights at all. Maybe two or three times a month she'll work an evening shift. One of the privileges of rank, I suppose. But this week, Pot Smoking Manager is on vacation, so we had CL last night.
When I walked in at five thirty, the place was a madhouse. Every table was full; the lobby was full; the expo line was overflowing with food; everyone was panicking. Except CL, oddly, who was apparently on her meds so she was just going with the flow. A few minutes after I got there, CL looked around the restaurant, the looked at me and said, "Maybe we shouldn't schedule people at 5:30 anymore. This is crazy! I'll have to look in to that."
Now, somebody's been saying that for a few months now. Who was it? I can't quite remember. Oh, that's right--it was me.